Chapter 265: Watching the Battle in the Rain, Buddhist Viewing
Chapter 265: Watching the Battle in the Rain, Buddhist Viewing
No one expected that on this day, the cavalry, who were supposed to be charging on the battlefield, would suddenly appear on this street.
No one knew that behind this commotion stood the famous Zhao.
"Rumble..."
The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, extremely clear, and the ground began to tremble.
"what!"
The child with pigtails squatting at the door and observing the strange man subconsciously opened his mouth and screamed, but was immediately covered by his mother who rushed over.
"Come in! Come in quickly!"
The middle-aged boss who was burning the fire spoke in a low voice with a look of fear on his face. As an ordinary citizen, he had no idea what was going on.
But I vaguely remembered that winter three years ago.
On the day of the Xuanmen coup, the imperial guards in armor and weapons also roared through the streets.
Anyone who failed to dodge was buried under the horses' hooves, mixed with the snow and turned into meat paste.
It's not just him.
At this moment, all the people in the shops on both sides of the street closed their doors and covered their windows in tacit understanding.
Some guests from other places were dragged into shops in a daze.
In the blink of an eye, the long street fell into silence.
However, there were pairs of eyes looking out nervously through the gaps.
Only then did they discover that more than 200 riders had also rushed out from the other end of the street, blocking both sides.
The leader was not just one person, but several strong soldiers, some wearing swords or sabers and wearing light armor.
In the rumbling sound.
The leader raises his hand.
In an instant, the thunder stopped.
One by one, the well-trained elite soldiers dismounted at the same time, and with careful and orderly steps, they put together one by one, leaving only the black shields with puncture holes erected.
In the blink of an eye, steel walls rose on both sides of the street.
The sound of swords being drawn was continuous.
From the rooftops of the streets, hooks were thrown out at some unknown time.
Then he climbed up the densely packed archers and locked the targets below with the magical crossbows, each of which cost at least a hundred taels of silver to make.
The whole process, except for the initial sounds of horse hooves and footsteps, was eerily quiet.
No one spoke, and there was no commotion.
However, the thick, dense, cold murderous aura in the air filled and blocked the entire area.
Looking from afar, no one dared to approach.
From extreme movement to extreme stillness.
When Chai Keqiao slowly put down his hands, he realized that he had been trapped in an impenetrable encirclement.
"Wow."
There was a sound of iron armor shaking, and the dull voice of the Iron Pagoda leader in front was like a stick hammering hard into everyone's heart, and their eardrums were trembling:
"The person in front of us, is he a firewood collector in the green mountain?!"
The young man, wearing a straw raincoat and ant-shaped straw sandals, looked like a woodcutter in the mountains. There was no fear on his wheat-colored face.
Instead, he was unexpectedly calm, as if he had anticipated this scene.
But I was still slightly surprised by such a loud noise.
He nodded and said, "It's me."
The armored warrior said sternly:
"The suspect Chai Keqiao has disobeyed the imperial order and must be arrested immediately! Who will capture him?"
In an instant, several unknown but ruthless men from the two armies who had been trained on the battlefield were eager to try.
The Iron Buddha answered on his own:
"Someone comes first!"
As he spoke, the man on the horse bent his stance and lowered his knees. The horse under him, which was much larger than ordinary in size, let out a whine and suddenly knelt down.
The Buddhist warrior, whose true face was hidden in armor, leaped up.
He threw away the two-meter-long iron spear in his hand, which was only suitable for horse fighting.
With bare hands, he leaped out of the shield and armor formation like a meteorite and crashed onto the wet and cold street.
……
Not far away, on an abandoned watchtower.
Zhao Duan, dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood with his hands behind his back. From this height, he could clearly overlook the fighting in the distance.
Behind him were Lihuatang's subordinates standing with their heads bowed.
A gust of cold wind blew into the watchtower, and Eunuch Hai, dressed as a rich man with a melon-shaped hat and white hair on his temples, appeared with a smile.
Looking at the distant scene, I was amazed:
"You are just showing off your power. His Majesty only told you not to cause trouble in Kyoto. Is this how you use your power?"
Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:
"It is for the purpose of teaching a lesson. How about I order them to withdraw? And let the eunuch punish this fool?"
Eunuch Hai glanced at him:
"We are here to teach you how to practice, not to be your bodyguard."
Zhao Duan sighed softly, but there was a smile in his eyes:
"But I am doing this according to my father-in-law's wishes. If he doesn't allow it, why would I show up again now?"
The sea worshipper smacked his lips in distaste.
Suddenly I feel that it is boring for young people to be too smart and clever, which makes them lose a lot of happiness.
Now she slowly walked to his side, squinted her eyes and smiled:
"Stop talking nonsense and watch carefully. The fight between the direct descendant of Qingshan and the strong men of my Dayu army is more precious to you than the fight between Buddhism and Taoism.
After all, you can't learn anything from a battle between sorcerers.
How did you guess that our family would be satisfied with such an arrangement?"
Zhao Duan leaned over the railing and looked into the distance, smiling like a little fox, "My father-in-law said not long ago that he took me to the teahouse to watch the warriors fight so that I could accumulate for breaking through the divine chapter. I guess watching this fight will help me accumulate more."
One of the reasons is to deploy troops for the sake of saving face.
But few people know about this second purpose, which is to add to one's own practice and get closer to the divine chapter.
Unknowingly, Chai Keqiao and the imperial guards masters have become part of Zhao Duan's play.
Provide nourishment for his breakthrough state of mind.
Eunuch Hai looked at him deeply, said nothing, pointed ahead and said:
"The Qingshan lineage is the most orthodox and pure martial arts training path, and the martial artists who come out of there are more or less a little crazy.
As for the masters in the army, they have a completely different style from the warriors. Look at the Iron Pagoda, if it were in the martial arts world, it would be clumsy and embarrassing.
But if you coordinate your formations in an army or on the battlefield and force the enemy into a situation where they have no escape, then you will be able to show your strength.
This set of heavy armor, like an iron shell, weighs more than a hundred kilograms. Only a warrior with strong blood and a strong fighting spirit can wear it. "
Zhao Duan squinted his eyes and said faintly:
"I want to see how powerful it is."
……
The cold rain is falling.
The Buddhist warrior fell to the ground with a thud, and the ground beneath his feet cracked.
Without any nonsense, the iron general wearing a mask took big strides and approached Chai Keqiao like a small mountain.
"Finally I'm here..."
Chai Keqiao muttered something in a low voice, turned his wrist, and the golden ginkgo leaf flew out.
Different from the fierce generals who can easily cause landslides and earth-shattering and make terrifying noises.
When this leaf is thrown out, it looks like smoke from the village and a bonfire in the mountains.
Silently, it spun and flew over a dozen feet in the fine cold rain.
The Buddhist warrior did not dodge or evade, and his movements had no effect at all.
He didn't care at all even though the golden leaves cut into the thick armor, creating a string of blinding sparks.
But he still threw a punch.
Chai Keqiao's pupils narrowed, and he did not touch the iron axe at his waist, but fought back with his bare hands.
His legs trembled slightly, and he twisted his body a fraction to avoid a direct attack from the armored iron fist. He opened the five fingers of his right hand, gently covered the iron fist, and twisted his wrist!
It's like...
Not long ago, he twisted the petiole of a ginkgo leaf!
"Kakaka..."
A force almost like a ripple flowed along his arm and into the iron arm.
The fish-scale armor on General Futu's arms made crisp clicking sounds.
Like the vibration of water waves, pieces of iron sheets as big as fish scales, connected by silk threads, opened at the same time.
"Humph!"
Under the visor, the eyes of this strong man who had fought against the mammoths of the Gu tribe in the border army turned cold, and a roar of metal and iron erupted from his qi sea.
"Chichi-"
In an instant, hot steam spewed out from the gaps between the opened phosphorus sheets.
A huge force suddenly appeared out of nowhere and shook Chai Keqiao's arm away.
The latter took advantage of the situation, stepped on his toes, jumped up, and kicked the enemy in the face with his straw sandals.
Eunuch Hai narrowed his eyes, looking a little dazed, as if recalling the past, and said:
"This Diamond Kick may seem ordinary, but if it hits a rock, it will explode."
Zhao Duan snorted:
"If you are not even as good as a rock, I will smash the door of the commander of the Jinwu Guards at night."
"boom!!"
There was a dull bang, and in a flash, General Futu blocked with his arms.
The body, which was as heavy as a mountain, was kicked back several feet.
Sparks flew as his feet rubbed against the ground, and then he steadied himself.
Chai Keqiao was also lifted up by him and forced into the air, rolling into the sky like a kite.
……
"Is this the woodcutter that Wu Xiankui's incarnation taught? He doesn't look that good, and his fighting skills aren't cool at all."
On a rooftop farther away from here.
Gongshu Tianyuan, who is short and fat, wearing a wrinkled priest robe, carrying a large bamboo tube on his back and wearing a pair of special "glasses", is watching the battle.
There was a handleless umbrella above his head, rotating on its own to protect him from the wind and rain.
"Haha, no, no, the strength of a warrior does not lie in the mysterious and splendid techniques, but in those seemingly ordinary punches and kicks.
The Tianshi Mansion is focused on studying the magic of gods, so it is normal that they don't know much about this.
I am a martial monk from the Shenlong Temple and I am also considered a half-martial man. If the priest Gongshu is interested in you someday, I can lend you a few martial arts scriptures."
On the same roof.
Monk Bian Ji, dressed in white, with a handsome face and a gentle smile, clasped his hands together and explained patiently.
He stood quietly on the roof, the wind and rain came to him and moved around him.
As he is in the "worldly" realm, he is one major realm higher than Gongshu Tianyuan.
At this moment, the conversation has a bit of the meaning of elders teaching younger ones.
The little fat man snorted coldly and sneered:
"Will you die if you don't speak, bald donkey? Don't think that you can teach me a lesson just because you are more powerful than me. If you have the guts, go talk to my senior brother and tell him all this nonsense. I'll see if he hits you or not."
The eldest senior brother he mentioned was the eldest disciple of the old Heavenly Master Zhang Yanyi, who was not in the capital.
He is revered as the "Little Heavenly Master" and according to rumors, he has a ferocious and ugly appearance, like a fierce ghost.
Back then, Bian Ji was traveling around the world and accidentally ran into the young Taoist priest and had a fight with him.
It is said that after Bian Ji came back, he stayed indoors for three whole months.
"……Amitabha,"
Bian Ji smiled and said, "I also want to have another discussion with the young Heavenly Master as soon as possible. Eh..."
At this time, he turned his head and looked, and found that the fighting in the distance had changed again.
(End of this chapter)